Times Change

I don’t write about politics, but I had to share this bit I heard on the radio yesterday, while driving home sometime after Hillary Clinton’s speech.  A number of DNC attendees brought their daughters to hear her speech.  The radio reporter asked a couple of girls there whether they felt inspired by the speech and the notion that they too could become President.  The first one, a twelve-year-old, said she was.  The second, a six-year-old, went a little differently:

Reporter: So do you think you could become president someday?
Six-year-old: No.
Reporter: Why not?
Six-year-old: Because I want to grow up to be something else.
Reporter: What’s that?
Six-year-old: A farmer.

I loved that.

The mothers who brought their daughters there said they’d never expected to see a woman presidential candidate in their lifetime, and it was deeply meaningful to them.  I wish my grandmother had lived to see this.  She tried to vote for Hillary in the 2008 primary, having been a longstanding supporter, but had deteriorated to the point where she couldn’t sign her name, just write circles.  My mother included a note explaining this, but of course we have no idea whether it was counted.  Grandma was still alive when Obama was elected, but not very aware at that point (although she did ask once if the election had happened, and was pleased to hear that “we won”), and passed away the following year.

When I was, I dunno, a teenager, I enjoyed reading a Reader’s Digest Treasury of Wit and Humor, culled from the humor sections of RD.  It was published in 1957.  One was a cartoon of a nurse telling a new father, “Well, you have a future President of the United States… if we ever have the good sense to elect a woman.”  That’s what Grandma, and Mom, grew up with: “future President” being used to announce that the baby was a boy.  I wonder if that phrase is still used that way.

Just remembered another anecdote from the RD book, told by a teacher who had asked her young students to draw what they wanted to be when they grew up.  Most of the kids got to work drawing, but one girl just scowled at her paper.  When the teacher asked why she wasn’t drawing, the girl said “I want to be married when I grow up, but I don’t know how to draw it!”

This is probably why I loved that six-year-old’s ambition to be a farmer so much.

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Count the Cats Again

First, here are the followups to the previous Count the Kittykins post, rather late.  As I stood up from taking the photo in the previous post, two heads popped up, and there they are. 🙂  Again, sorry for the lousy lighting — but they’re still beautiful.

I’ve had various things planned to post but it’s been too hot to have a laptop on my lap.  I think this is the first time we’ve hit triple digits at this house since we moved here in 2012.

Anyway, here’s a Count the Cats pic that spouse sent me recently:

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Good luck.

In other news, I made batch #4 of maple fudge recently (fortunately the hot days still mean cool-ish nights).  I think I got the texture right this time.  I skipped the corn syrup, but cooled the bowl of fudge on a bowl of ice before stirring, which I’d also read as advice to keep the texture consistent.  I also, um, added about three tablespoons of butter at that time.  When you already have a cup of cream in a recipe, what’s a little more dairy fat?  Result was delicious.  (Batch #3 was much like batch #2 in that it was fairly crumbly, but it also was maybe a little light on taste because I either put unsalted butter in or skipped the butter, I forget which.  I ground a little salt onto the fudge while it cooled but it wasn’t enough.)

 

Count the Kittykins

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A rare event: Vanilla out and about on the upstairs cat tree.  I had to brighten the picture quite a bit because of the backlighting, but you can see her lovely markings now.  Hard to believe she was nearly white as a kitten (hence her name).

As a bonus, here’s one I took of her on the windowsill.  Her back looked so bright (for her) that I actually mistook her for Walnut at first.  Maybe that’s why she’s giving me that Look.

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Kitty Pix

I really needed to see some kitty pictures today.  And I thought, I have some of those!

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This is possibly the best kitty yinyang I have ever photographed.  Not that that’s a particularly high bar, but still.

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Adorable diagonal of kittykins in the new(ish) cat tree.  Meringue seems to have misplaced her nose.

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CMY’s lovely furry tummy.

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Find Moonstone!

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Rhombus on the living room cat tree, looking utterly content up there.

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Licoris on the oldest piano.  From a few months back, but she’s probably underrepresented here.

Summer Days

I’m not fond of summer, because it’s too hot.  But today is just wonderful.  I went out onto the catio for a bit, and it’s just breezy enough to offset the warmth.  As a bonus I saw two deer, both with some significant antlers but differing enough in size that I think they must be two different years.  I like to think that they were the fawns we’ve seen in previous years here.

Didn’t have my phone with me at the time so no pictures this time.  I did take one of (probably) the larger-antlered of the two in the back, but it was too hard to make out even for Find the Deer.

Spouse is at a friend’s for barbecue, and I’ve been invited to drop by, but I probably will just enjoy the day with my cats, watching deer and listening to birds.  And maybe napping.

Yesterday I spent the evening at my friend B’s house, with a few other friends and her daughter T.  There was this unusual hors d’oeuvres platter.

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Various fruit and veggies one might reasonably eat raw, and… tuna.  Also raw.  (I like sushi and probably would have had some if I’d bothered to locate soy sauce, but instead I gobbled all of the watermelon.)  The tuna was apparently left over from T’s snack.  I wasn’t weirded out by this, but I did find it funny.

A few days ago I visited another friend, K, and her five-year-old daughter A.  I got to their house before they did and sat in the front yard knitting, which was actually what I was there to do.  I’ve knit A three sweaters so far, and surprisingly enough the one I made at the end of 2014 still mostly fits now, but the sleeves are a bit short.  I was there to lengthen the sleeves so she could get a little more wear out of it, because to my delight it is a favorite sweater of hers.2016-06-30 16.55.45

I also spun all the yarn myself and made pretty substantial modifications to the sweater pattern (since I don’t have a child immediately handy to measure, I’m more willing to work with other people’s patterns for A’s sweaters), so I am also especially proud of this sweater.  This makes it even better that it’s been worn frequently for a year and a half, which is a really long time for a growing child.  And again it was a perfect day to sit out there between about 5 and 6, with a bit of breeze and a bit of sun, just enough to let me appreciate the sparkle of the yarn (70% blue-face Leicester, 30% nylon sparkle) and keep me pleasantly warm.  Another summer day that’s been more than tolerable.

I took two pictures of K’s hydrangeas.

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I really love hydrangeas for their color changes in response to the soil’s acidity (I think?), but that’s not why I took these.  I was transfixed by the number and shape of petals.

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Four large petals, in at least three sizes.  Yet, the majority of closed-up buds I see show five sections.  Why???  (This is the sort of thing my brain seizes on.  But not enough to actually research it.)  And why are there some small inner sets open (many with five little petals) without larger sets but not all of the larger sets have their small sets open?  I wonder if I’m making some critical terminology error here, petal vs sepal or something.  Maybe I will research it after all.

Sadly, I couldn’t consider hydrangeas for our backyard landscaping because they’re toxic to cats.  Oh well.  Clearly I will have to visit K more often.